This is the official blog of Sgt Ellie Bloggs, a real live police sergeant on the front line of England. It's not the official opinion of my police force, but all the facts I recount are true, and are not secrets. If they don't want me blogging about it, they shouldn't do it. PS If you don't pay tax, you don't pay my salary.

11 Comments:

Norn Iron said...

A lovely post, it made me think, everything is true. I was working late-plusses this year, left home at 3 after wolfing some Xmas dinner in.

We relieved the early crew who were dealing with a fatal RTC since 11am. When I heard what had happened it made me think of the father who never got Christmas dinner this year. We were joined by the boss at 7pm who brought a box of sweets and some encouraging words, which was nice. He was allegedly only supposed to be working until 3pm.

We were ludicrously Q, which allowed for banter in the Control Room and over the radio. The only jobs we had were really worthwhile ones - genuine concerns-for-safety and burglaries - and our only callers had real need of us. We dealt with them all properly. We didn't get any stupid emails.

We did get one visitor with more than one pip, but he'd only come to give us a box of Roses.

We of the wider Response department worked so that our colleagues with kids wouldn't have to, we did the necessary and there was no crap. I loved this run of shifts.

Unfortunalty for us this Year, Xmas Eve night was the usual, expected, mayhem.

However the surprise was that Xmas night was busier than a normal Sunday, with half the normal staff.

That said it's still my favourite time to work because the internal organisation seems to work so much better, given only those that are actually useful are working! Keep it quiet though or they'll stop booking leave.